I cannot bear the silence.
Forever awaiting the unperturbed
to rustle or bump me from my slumber,
in the dead of night
or lonely day.
Settle me in city streets
where sirens sound their sordid tones
to rob you of your R.E.M.
and riddle you with dreams,
but I, with eyes closed all the while,
will smile and sleep among the keeps
that house the rare-outnumbered.